From the corner of my eye I could see her moving, getting to her feet and looking around frantically like a scared lost little girl.

Only she wasn’t a little girl, but she sure as hell better be scared.

None of the guys had moved a muscle, all of them still silently sobbing the loss of their best friend. My eyes were raw from the crying, my mouth was dry and my breath was heavy as the anger kept building inside of me.

I gently took Drake’s head off of my lap, placing it on the floor and stroked his forehead once more with my thumb. I had to bite back another wailing sob as I leaned my face forward and placed a kiss on his forehead, scrunching my eyes together to keep back the tears.

Wiping my tears away quickly with the back of my hand, I realised the time for crying was over.

I pushed myself to my feet and turned to face Holly completely, my blood boiling as soon as my eyes landed on her. Her eyes were scanning the room obviously trying to find the quickest way out of here. Considering I was inbetween her and the exit right now, she knew she had little hope.

Her eyes snapped to me and I could see the panic in them. My face was like stone and the only thing that showed any emotion was the fury in my glare, and I knew she could tell how much fucking trouble she was in right now by the trembling of her knees.

She held her hands up in defence “Faith listen to me before you do anything.” she frantically tried to reason with me, and I let her carry on speaking still not moving a muscle. “I had to do it okay.”

The silence around the room echoed as she waited for me to speak, slowly backing away from me.

“Why?” it was the only word I could get out right now. I needed to know why she would do this, especially after we had saved her life. Given her a second chance.

“That’s what he wanted Faith, I had to do it!” Her voice was loud and hysterical, her explanation coming out almost desperately as if she was scared I was going to snap any second. To be fair, she had a point on that one. “Rob said we had to get rid of the agents, and I was his best shot at doing it because you knew me. He knew that no matter how many of his guys he set on you lot, you wouldn’t lose. I had to do it because you didn’t suspect me.”

I kept the rage inside of me, trying to stay as calm as possible but still having to speak through gritted teeth “So you’re telling me you killed my best friend because of a fucking Drug Runner?!”

“He saved me Faith!” she screamed hysterically “He took me away from my old life and he saved me when I hit rock bottom, I had to do it for him!”

“He saved you?!” I repeated with a humourless laugh. I made a show of looking around the room, snapping my head from one side of the room to the other. “Where is your knight in shining armour then Holly? Cos I don’t see him anywhere in sight.” I took small steps towards her as she carried on distancing herself from me “The man you think so highly of has left you in a room full of pissed of agents who would all get in an orderly line for a chance to rip your throat out because you killed someone they love.” My voice was toxic, and I could see it in her face that she was getting even more scared as I carried making my way towards her calmly. But there was nothing calm about the way I was feeling right now “He got you to do his dirty work and now he couldn’t care less if you lived or died like the mug that you are.”

I hit a nerve I could tell because her eyes began to water. I guess hearing that the man you put on a pedestal doesn’t give a flying fuck about you really hits you where it hurts.

“I had to do it.” She forced out, her voice thick with tears. I was still gaining on her slowly, and to be honest I could understand the growing fear in her eyes. I must look a state, my top ripped and covered in blood along with the burns and stitches on my legs, the bruises on my skin. Then there was the blood trickling down from my hand. Drake’s blood that was like a reminder of why I had to do this. What I had to do this for.

“You got played into making a stupid ass decision by a man who is the lowest scum can get.”

Her eyes got cold then, and even though the evidence was hard on the fact that she had been played by Rob, I could see her still go defensive as I insult him.

“It wasn’t a stupid decision and I don’t regret doing it.” She spat with her teary voice, her tone aggressive and it was intended to hit a nerve.

And boy, did it hit a nerve. With that sentence out of her mouth, the blazing fury that was inside of me finally snapped and I swear all I saw was red.

Seconds after the sentence was out of her mouth, the distance between us was closed and I grabbed the back of her neck with my hand, forcefully pulling her towards me. She struggled and screamed as I yanked her forward, but since my strength was fuelled by my anger she had no chance of escaping my grasp.

“You have no regrets huh?!” I practically screamed in her face, gripping the back of neck even tighter so she let out a whimper of pain. Her face was inches from mine, and with every word I shook her violently “It wasn’t a stupid decision?!”

“Faith stop!” She begged, but her voice just fuelled my anger even more.

I lifted my other hand in front of her face, the hand that was dripping in fresh blood. Drake’s blood. With the hand that was gripping her neck I pushed her face closer to my blood covered hand until she was millimetres away from it.

“You don’t regret this?” I was still screaming in her face, inching her face closer to my other hand. She flinched away from the bloody hand and closed her eyes, crying as she turned her face as far away from the blood as she could. “You did this Holly! Don’t fucking flinch away and look at what you did!” I ordered, turning her face so that she faced the blood. She was going to look at the damage she had caused. When she still refused to open her eyes, I pressed the bloody hand against her mouth violently, muffling her screams as she tried to squirm away “You don’t regret this remember, taste it. Taste what you fucking did!”

After a few minutes I took my hand away from her mouth only to rub it on the rest of her face, making sure to spread the blood and cover her skin. She scrunched her eyes together and cried harder as I did this.

Once I was done, I threw her onto the floor. “Wear it loud and fucking proud Holly.” I spat at her, my voice sour. She was like a pathetic lump on the floor, her entire face covered in blood which was slowly mixing with the tears pouring out of her eyes.

“Please Faith...” She begged through sobs. I think yesterday considering this was Holly, it would have caused me to ease up. Actually feel sympathy for her and think I’m going too hard on her. Today, the begging just got me angrier.

I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up to her feet, ignoring her scream of pain from where I nearly ripped her hair out. I was going to make sure she suffered, but not just physically. I was going to mess with her head and make sure that the last moments of her life will be the worst.

I pulled her with me as I walked to Drake’s body, which Connor was still sat by holding his hand. It was like he refused to let go of it, like if he held on to it long enough he might feel Drake move and realise he was still here.

Chris was still in his same position on the floor, his elbows on his knees only now his red watery eyes were watching what was happening with Holly. Jace was still in the same position stood up, only his eyes were watching too. Connor was paying attention now, and I could see all of them were not going to interfere. They wanted to see this, wanted to see the bitch get what she deserved.

Using her hair I pulled her next to me when we reached Drake’s body. She was begging again, crying hysterically and trying to squirm away with no luck. I grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head and forced her on her knees, pushing her face closer to the blood covered bullet wound in Drake’s stomach.

“Look at it. Open your fucking eyes and look at it!” I scream in her ear, gripping her hair tighter. “I swear to god if you do not open your eyes I will pull them out of your skull with my index finger.” I threatened venomously and judging by the tone of my voice she knew I was not kidding. She opened her eyes, pressing her lips together to hold in her sobs as she stared at the bullet wound. “Still feel proud Holly? Do you look at the blood spilling out of his stomach and think ‘that is a job well done’?!”

Her shoulders were shaking because of her crying, and she let out a whimper as she shook her head and mumbled something.

“Sorry I didn’t quite catch that?” I mused as I yanked her hair once.

“No!” She cried louder.

I tugged her hair back viciously so her head was tipping backwards and I could see her face, her blood covered tear stained face. I moved my mouth next to her ear.

“If even you realise that what you did is nothing to be proud of, how can you have the cheek to beg me for mercy Holly?” My voice was low, dangerous.

With one final movement of my arm I pulled her back so forcefully she was now flat on her back, a groan of pain coming out of her mouth from when her head slammed against the hard floor. I moved one leg over her and lowered myself on top of her so I was straddling her hips.

She didn’t even try and struggle this time as she knew it was useless.

“How do you think Drake felt then?” I asked her, cocking my head and waiting for her reply curiously. She looked confused so I explained further “When he was waiting to die after you shot him. How do you think he felt?” I asked again, and I could see her swallow her fear down. After a few seconds of her not replying, I wrapped my hand around her neck, squeezing it slightly. “Do you think he felt like he couldn’t breathe? Like the air was not reaching his lungs?” My grip around her neck tightened and her body began to thrash from under me. She was choking, her hand wrapped around my wrists as an attempt to pry my hand away.

“Or maybe...” I carried on, removing my hand from her neck when I knew she was about to lose consciousness. She was not passing out yet, I wasn’t quite done with her. She took in a massive gulp of air, like she was surfacing from water. “...maybe the bullet hit an organ?” using my fingertips I plummeted my hand down on her chest where I knew her heart was positioned. The impact of my fingers jabbing there knocked the air right out of her.

I lowered my face closer to hers, gripping her face with my hands “What about bleeding to death? How do you think that felt?!” I asked rhetorically again, my voice growing louder and as I finished my sentence I used my fingernails to dig into her skin, watching her close her eyes from the pain. Pretty soon more blood covered her face, only this time it was her own.

I slammed her head against the floor, dismissing her like she was a rubbish bag. I sat up straight; looking down at her with so much revulsion I never knew I had it in me.

“You’ll find out how he felt soon enough.” My voice had promise in it. She was going to know how he felt, and she was going to know sooner rather than later.

I got to my feet and walked away from her, looking on the floor for the thing that I needed right now. It couldn’t have gone far, and as soon as I found it I was going to make sure Holly knew exactly what Drake went through.

After a few minutes of me having no luck finding the freaking gun that had took Drake’s life, I saw Holly move from the corner of my eye. I turned my head to see her fumble to her feet, and without a hesitation she sprinted towards the exit door (well, exit hole in the wall due to a certain explosion earlier) and my anger spilled over as I thought she was once again going to slip away from me.

Only she never reached the exit.

Connor and Chris flew to their feet and she barely made it 3 feet when they reached her, each holding one of her arms and dragging her back to the middle of the room. She squirmed and fought against their hold, looking between each of them and begging for them to let her go.

They didn’t even look at her in the face, and just stared straight ahead. Connor gave me a curt nod, telling me they would hold her until I was ready to do it.

“Please...guys please.” Holly begged frantically, still attempting to fight their hold. They were both muscular trained agents, she had no hope in freaking hell. They ignored her, both clenching their jaw at the sound of her voice.

I realised I was not going to be able to find the gun, and much to my frustration I knew I would have to do it another way. I breathed a sigh of annoyance and stepped forward, walking up to the guys holding Holly inbetween them. It was like they were holding an animal that was waiting to be slaughtered.

The description was pretty accurate actually.

I felt a hand grip my wrist and spin me to face them before I reached Holly. I turned to see Jace looking at me with a hard expression. His face was emotionless, but there was something in his eyes I could not quite place.

“Faith--”

“Don’t you even dare say what I think you’re going to say.” I cut him off, my tone deadly. I knew he had the whole ‘get the old Faith back’ vendetta going, and he wanted me to be more like my old self. He wanted me to have a conscious and be like the girl I used to be, but right now this was not even up for discussion. “I don’t care what history I have with her, so don’t you even think about talking me out of this or I swear to god...”

I stared up at his face, my voice breaking slightly at the end. His face was still giving nothing away and it was like he was studying my eyes, trying to look deeper.

This was when I thought I would have to make a decision. I looked at Connor and Chris who were still holding a pleading Holly, waiting for me to finish this. I then looked up at Jace who I thought was waiting for me to choose not to kill her. Not to take her life away even though she took away a member of our family.

I thought this was the moment I would have to choose between my new life and my old life, and to be honest I didn’t even need a second to think about it because the fury in me was too much to bear.

But then something happened that shocked me.

I never had to make that decision in the end, because the next thing I know Jace is reaching behind his back and pulling the very gun that he had taken off Holly earlier from the waistband of his jeans and holding it out for me to take.

My eyes widened slightly as I looked at the gun in his hand, not believing that he was actually doing this. He was handing me the thing that I was going to use to kill the girl that we had grown up with.

I looked up to meet his eyes, to see if he was really doing this. It was like he could read my mind because he nodded, answering my unspoken question. He was telling me to do it.

“Make the bitch feel what he felt.” Jace ordered, and my chest tightened with what I felt for him.

He didn’t make me choose, he was supporting me and he wanted me to do this. A hint of a smile appeared on my lips as I looked at him, and I nodded.

Without a word I took the gun from his hand and turned to face Holly, who was now staring wide eyed between me and Jace.

“No, no you can’t do this! You can’t do this!” She screamed as she began to thrash out of Connor and Chris’s hold again, neither of them moved a muscle and never let the hold on her seize. She looked at Jace “You can’t let her do this Jace!”

Jace stared back at her, his eyes hard but the expression on his face looked disgusted as he looked her up and down “Yeah Holly, I can let her do this.”

Her eyes widened in a panic as she realised there was no hope in talking Jace out of this, so she tried her last option. She turned her eyes to me, the pathetic pleading carrying on.

“Faith please don’t do this!” She begged, her voice turning soft “It’s me. It’s Holly. We grew up together, we were best friends. Me, you and Chelsea remember? Joined at the hip and being able to talk about anything.” I stared at her, not giving anything away from my icy expression. She grew frantic as she got no reaction from me yet, and her voice became shrill and hysterical “You can’t do this, we were like sisters Faith!”

The room was quiet as everyone waited for me to make the next move. I could see the look in both Connor and Chris’s eyes, sickened at the sound of Holly’s voice and desperate to get revenge for Drake. Even Jace was mirroring their expression.

And so was I.

I cocked the gun in my hand. The same gun that she had used to take Drake’s life and the gun that I was going to end her with.

The gun that was going to make her feel exactly how he felt.

“That was then...” I raised the gun and aimed it at her stomach, the exact same spot that she had shot Drake. “...Now you’re just some bitch who killed my best friend.”

And I pulled the trigger, feeling the wave of satisfaction run through me as soon as I saw the blood.

Her blood.



.